Nefuit: *sigh* I am sick of disclaimers! I don't own Yu-Gi-Oh! And anyone stealing my character or plot will be burned by my flame thrower! *spurts out fire in rage*

Seto: I think I will stay away from her..

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The other, the evil that is never understood.

After a fitful rest, despite his discomfort, Ryou woke up. He couldn't be more thankful for it to be a Saturday. He then smelled a wonderful smell and walked into the kitchen. His mouth fell open as he saw the feast that Ianoo had fixed for the two of them.

"Why?" Ryou asked curiously.

Ianoo whipped around, surprised to see Ryou up so early. "I couldn't sleep well and needed something to do to keep my mind off." she stopped herself. She didn't want Ryou to worry about her slight injury. "Anyways, I hope you don't mind, since you normally cook. Besides, we have to pick your father up at the airport in a couple of hours, and who knows when we will get time to eat lunch."

Ryou just smiled and poured them both some orange juice. "I am sorry, I never meant to hurt you."

"For the last time, even though Bakura is you, he isn't. It was in no way your fault! Stop busying yourself and sit down. I don't want you to get dizzy and faint on me. I don't know the way to the airport!" Ryou was surprised she was fairing so well with a broken rib. He plopped down as Ianoo set down eggs, toast, pancakes, and bacon. She also poured a glass of tea.

"Sorry, I have to have a cup of tea in the morning." Ianoo said, noticing Ryou's odd look. "I may have been born in Egypt, but I also have deep roots to England. You understand, you drink tea, right?" Ianoo asked.

Ryou had never thought of her not being Egyptian of blood. "Right you are, old chap!" Ryou said, laughing, earning a groan from Ianoo before she broke down and laughed, quickly gasping. "Sorry." Ryou muttered.

"Don't be! Although it may wreak my body, laughing is what heals my soul, which is far more important." Ryou was shocked at her statement. He was finding more similarities between them daily!

After a filling breakfast and a long routine of getting ready, for they both had injuries to tend to, they both left for the airport, leaving their millennium items on the table. They boarded the bus, but do to a bully, quickly got off. The then resorted to walking to the airport. Luckily, they had left early. This gave them ample time to get to know each other a little better.

"So, Ryou, you know some about my past, may I please hear yours?" Ianoo politely asked.

"Well, my mum died when I was ten." He looked towards Ianoo who looked empathetic. "I had to care for myself, my father was always off on one of his trips and didn't want me to get hurt. He gave me the ring when I was fourteen and since then my life has been a nightmare. I didn't know how long I could hold on, my soul was breaking. Then you came along.."

Ianoo blushed slightly. "Exact same here. You are the first friend I have ever had, not to mention the best."

They walked the rest of the way to the airport in silence, not the uneasy one, for they both were comfortable. They arrived with Ryou only tripping and falling flat on his face once, and Ianoo collapsing from pain. They helped each other through, walking into the terminal gate leaning uncomfortably on each other's shoulders for support. They got some pretty odd looks.

"Flight 216, now landing." An announcer lady's voice rang out.

"That's my father's flight!" Ryou said, excitedly.

After they hobbled to the gate to meet him, Ryou and Ianoo both stood up on their own. They had both decided early it be best not to worry Mister Bakura with their injuries.

"I wonder how his meeting went. He didn't tell me what it was about." Ryou said, almost to himself.

"We will find out soon. Look! There he is!" Ianoo said and waved to him. Ryou followed suit, but he couldn't help but notice something was wrong. Ianoo picked up on this as he got closer to the two teens.

"Father, what is wrong?" Ryou asked, concerned.

"We three need to talk, but let's get home first." The elder Bakura sighed. Ianoo felt a pang of new emotion; as if she belonged to Ryou's family. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced, ever. She had failed to mention to Ryou that her parents left her out all of the time.

The three rode the bus home, much to Ryou's and Ianoo's relief. Ianoo whispered to Ryou to be sure to call her Kat around his father, she wasn't ready for him to know yet. Ryou obliged without argument.

Once home, Ianoo fixed some tea, much to the Englishman's delight, and joined the two men in the living room. She sipped silently at her tea and watched Ryou nervously, as Ryou watched Ianoo nervously. They both glanced at the elder Bakura, who hung his head low and sighed.

"I have to go away again." Ryou's father said. This statement didn't seem too odd to Ryou, so he decided to ask why.

"Where, father. Why? And for how long?" Ryou asked, glancing over at Ianoo who began to set her tea down, staring hard between the two of them.

"To Egypt." His father replied, causing Ianoo to accidentally drop her teacup, it clattered noisily on the table, only spilling a few drops. She apologized and cleaned up the stray drops. Ryou's father thought nothing of this, but Ryou knew why.

" I don't know how long. It may be a week, it may be several years." His father sighed and stopped the conversation.

"Why?!" Ryou was not going to let his father go without an explanation. His father sighed, realizing his son's determination to get an answer and decided to explain everything.

"It seems Egypt is in danger." He failed to notice Ianoo's eyes widen with fear; but Ryou did and signaled for her to act normal. "An old friend of mine is calling me back. It seems that one of our other friends has been killed by a dark power." Ianoo shuddered as Ryou signaled for her to sip her tea. She did so, slowly.

"Who father?" Ryou continued on.

"You wouldn't know him," He glanced at Ryou then at Ianoo to find her calmly sipping her tea. "A man by the name of Ishtar." This caused Ianoo to spit the tea out of her mouth in shock.

"No!" She cried loudly, breaking into sobs. Ryou sighed and put his hand on his head. Ianoo's cover had been blown.

The elder Bakura, covered in tea for he dropped his cup in his lap from Ianoo's reaction, looked strangely at her. Ryou ran to his crying friend and embraced her shuddering small frame.

"What.. about.. the... rest..?" She managed to say between strangled breaths. She gasped in pain from her rib; due to the sobbing and Ryou's hug. She tried to ignore the pain, but she then yelped.

Ryou's father didn't respond, for he went into shock. He had no idea how Kat knew of Ishtar or why she was crying in pain. Ryou shot his dad a glance of sorrow and mouthed that he would explain later.

Ryou ushered the shocked Ianoo to the couch and laid her down. She eventually fell asleep after a few hours of crying from pain and sadness. Ryou sat with her until she drifted off to sleep.

"Dad, we are going with you." Ryou said, his mind made up.

"No, you two must stay here and go to school." His father replied. Ryou sat down beside him.

"Listen, we are going and you can't stop us." Ryou said. His father shot him an odd look. His son wasn't one to ever talk back, especially with such confidence. He wondered why he included Kat. He couldn't help but feel pride for his son standing up for himself.

"Fine. On one condition, you must explain what in the world is going on!" His father said, remembering Kat's shock at the name of Ishtar.

"I have no idea how she knew about your friend. She must have known him." Ryou started, earning a few odd looks from his father. He realized this wasn't going to be easy. "Kat is an orphan. Her parents were Egyptologists and she was born and raised in Egypt. She moved to Texas for a week after her parents were somehow killed, she doesn't know how, but none of her relatives wanted anything to do with her." Ryou said all this fast and took a deep breath. "Her name isn't Kat, it is Ianoo Rekhit. She wants to go back to Egypt to get some answers." Ryou didn't bother to mention her Yami, he didn't dare tell his father.

His father stared at him in disbelief. After several minutes, he seemed to snap back into reality. "She seemed hurt as well. What happened."

"She tripped and fell down the stairs. She thinks she cracked a rib." Ryou said, he could fluently lie now, much to his dismay, because of his Yami's beatings.

"Oh." Was all the stunned father could say. "What does she mean by others?" he asked after several seconds of silence.

"I don't know, we will have to ask when she wakes."

Several hours passed and Ryou was busy fixing dinner. Ianoo stumbled into the kitchen, looking like a bus hit her. Ryou glanced over his shoulder, saw her and ran to her, leaving their supper unattended. Ryou helped the silent teen to a chair in the kitchen and got her a glass of cold water, which she slowly sipped at, her whole body trembling.

"Father! Can you please come here?" Ryou yelled loudly, unsure of what to do to help his poor disheartened friend. The father entered the kitchen and tended to the supper, leaving his son to calm the girl.

"Ianoo. Ianoo? Are you ok?" He said, trying to comfort her although it was obvious to Ryou that she was far from ok.

Ianoo simply sniffled and hugged onto Ryou, sobbing onto his shoulder, despite her obvious pain. Ryou stood there, stiff as a board, by her action. He eventually melted and reassuringly hugged onto her until she could compose herself and speak.

"The others. What about the others?" Ianoo asked, trembling.

Ryou gave her a quizzical look.

"The rest? Are they ok?" Ianoo continued. Ryou looked helplessly at her.

The elder Bakura turned off the stove and came and sat down next to Ianoo.

"What others? How did you know Ishtar?" He calmly asked and patiently waited for an answer. Obviously she knew him better than he did.

After several minutes of silence, Ianoo looked up at him. "The others, are they alive?" she asked.

Another several minutes went by, and Ianoo slowly started to come out of shock. Ryou and his father ate silently, constantly asking Ianoo if she was hungry, but she refused the food.

"Come sit in the living room, it will be more comfortable." Ryou told Ianoo, abandoning his picked at supper and sat silently beside Ianoo. Ryou's father joined them, handing Ianoo a cup of hot tea in hopes of it calming her. It did.

"Ishtar, he was nice." Ianoo said sadly. "But what about his children. Malik? Is he all right? I have to get to Egypt. NOW!" She said, quickly standing up, only to be pushed back down by Ryou's father. "Isis? Is she taking care of Malik? What about Shadi?" Ianoo continued as both Bakuras looked at her in surprise. Ryou hadn't the slightest idea of what she was talking about.

"Shadi is the one who called me back to Egypt. Isis is fairing well, but Malik." He trailed off looking into Ianoo's sad eyes.

"Malik. He has to be all right!" Ianoo suddenly stood up again, only to be pushed back down by Ryou's father.

"He is physically fine, but he doesn't seem to be coping well with the loss of his father." Mister Bakura continued.

"That settles it. I am going back home. Right now!" Ianoo stood up again, but was brought back down, again. "But I can help him!" she protested.

"Isis and Shadi are keeping a close eye one him, he will be safe. As for returning home, you get your wish. Ryou convinced me to let you two come along." Ryou's father was interrupted.

"Thank You!" Ianoo said, flinging herself at Ryou; before passing out from exhaustion and pain. Ryou and his father carried her up to bed.

Nefuit: Ah! The plot thickens!

Malik: Yay! I am in the story!

Ryou: As a deranged teen on the brink of insanity!

Malik: Same as Bakura and my Yami!

Ryou: face fall